“Very sick? Y’all vocabulary is amazin’.” He scoffed, giving Rider a cold glare. He leaned on the wall, his eyes narrowed. “I don’t give him anythin’ ‘cept that one vial he asked for. Why not hold ya tongue, Rider?” He could feel his frustration rising, and Flynn being here didn’t help any. He didn’t want to stay, either. He was tired, frustrated, hell, he was willing to kill anybody to get rid of it. But knew that would only spark curiosities and rumors. And more people stopping by. Nothing he wants.
He tried to run over symptoms in his head, pausing briefly before he said, “Luciferian Choke.” He muttered, forcing the man to turn back over. He mentally cussed at his shadows, wondering why they were acting up so much lately. Maybe because he should be killing more instead of healing them. He pushed that in the back of his head, however. If Milo died, he would be blamed and that would only lead to even more hell for him. He forced the man to open his mouth again, quickly opening a vial to pour it down. “Numb pain,” he muttered, before pausing, “Fuck, no needles.” he narrowed his eyes. He got another vial, forcing the man to swallow it this time, moving back as he said, “He ‘bout to throw up.”
Milo hardly had any energy to fight back as a vile liquid forcefully slithered down his throat. Oh gods it made him more nauseous than before. With every bit of strength he had left, he managed to get to the toilet and violently vomited into the bowl. It burned as he felt his stomach contents emptying completely but oddly enough he slowly started to feel better. The deep purging he had been forced into managed to get the poison out. At least for the most part. Sure he was still exhausted, but he didn’t feel on the verge of death like he had been moments before. He rested his head on the side of the bowl in case he had to vomit again.
Kida couldn’t stand to watch her husband in such agony and it tore her up from the inside to see him like this. However, from the look of things, he may be headed on his way to being better. She scooted over to him, her hand on his back, rubbing it in soothing circles. “Thank the gods,” She muttered, leaning in to kiss his shoulder.
Flynn rushed over to his side, feeling horrible about the water but it was all he could think of. And he didn’t think anyone could actually DROWN from still water. That was crazy, right? He held onto him on the other side and glared up at an ever present Facilier. What the hell? Why did they have to come to him anyway? “Listen, asshole. This isn’t just sick. This is very sick. He’s vomiting and feverish and he looks even worse than he had been yesterday. This is worse than sick and I think YOU had something to do with it. What did you give him?”